One day my husband came home acting as if he had seen a ghost. He would not tell me exactly what was wrong but I knew that it had to something serious. My husband is a school teacher and we live in Harlem, NY. My husband had a little brother named Sonny who got into a little trouble with the law and ended up in jail for the use of heroin. Sonny was a musician so the use of drugs is very common where we come from. My husband never seemed to be the same after this particular incident. We have, well had three children, two boys and a girl. But at the age of 2 my daughter Gracie died and this really changed my husband in a way that words could not express. At our daughter's funeral my husband did not seem very emotional, maybe he was trying to stay strong for me. I do know that my husband started to write his brother a couple of days after Gracie's funeral. My husband's mother is such a sweet woman and she raised her children the best she knew how. Her husband and my husband have alot in common they both have a very dark side in times of sorrow. I am a very happy woman and so was my husband at one point and time. When Sonny got out of jail my husband seemed to want to click with him more by watching over him. My husband insisted Sonny come and live with us so that he would stay out the streets. Even though we still reside in the neighborhood that they grew in Sonny would probably be ok living with us.